Warning: This chapter is crazy, though not as humorous as the first few. If
you want more humor, wait until next time, with Snape and his new career.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. JK owns mostly all that is here. That's all the disclaimer you'll get today.
The Wizard Protection Program
Pairings: Harry/Ashley, Ron/not telling, Hermione/not telling, Draco/not telling, Snape/not telling
Rating: PG
Chapter 3: Ritz, Glitz, and Sis
Ritzy music played as Draco Malfoy, now Tony Forester, entered the lobby of the Waltmore Hotel in NYC. He came gliding through the doors, along side a beautiful blond woman, with sparkling silver eyes, a perfect body, and obviously tons of money. The duo headed toward the front desk, the mysterious woman adjusting her hair. Draco followed, awed by her beauty, and upon reaching the front desk, was speechless.
Of course, he wasn't speechless as much over this woman's stunning appearance as he was because it was his job as bellhop to remain seen, yet not heard. And since he was trying to catch his breath from the walk with all her designer luggage, it wasn't a problem at all for him to sit quietly on the sidelines, watching the woman, who had a life that he could be living, drift into the hotel with no cares.
Upon being handed the woman's keys, Draco pushed the cart, overflowing with her fancy luggage, which was even monogrammed "MM", to the elevator. The elusive MM was quiet the ride up, and all the way until they reached her door. But upon entering her luxury suite, it was a different story.
The blond woman entered the room, and as soon as Draco and her wardrobe were inside, she snapped it shut. Draco looked up from where he was at the closet with her clothing, and she held a finger to her lips.
"Listen up," she hissed in a deadly calm voice that made chills run down Draco's spine. "You, Draco Malfoy, and I, are in a similar situation." At these words, Draco's mouth hit the floor. How did she know his name?
"Excuse me," he said when his jaw was back in place. "Who are you? Do I know you?" His face was painted with concern and confusion, but hers was as calm as could be.
"No, you don't know me, but I know you. I'm the other unknown heir to the Malfoy fortune. I'm three years older than you, and mother and father sent me away with loads of gold as soon as I was six. So you certainly wouldn't remember me, but I can never forget my baby brother."
If possible, Draco's jaw, previously only hitting the floor, was now 17 stories below, in the lobby. "W-w-hat?" he sputtered, shocked. "I knew Lucius was quite gender bias, but he sent you away?" "Yes, Draco. He felt, I suppose, that since he had a son," she started, a little emotion showing through the typical Malfoy mask, "there was no use for me, other than to ship me off to some all girls magical academy and keep me there, letting you carry on the family tradition, and me, wash up eventually with whatever money they provide."
Draco at this point was unsure of what to do. He discover a few years back that his father was an ass who didn't deserve to live, but send away his own daughter, his own flesh and blood? That was crossing the line. And from the tears forming in his sister's eyes, he knew he was right in believing that.
Having befriended Hermione, and talking to her quite a bit on how to treat ladies, Draco felt compelled to do something other than let this woman, no, his sister, sit there weeping. He slowly left his post near the closet and walked over to her, enveloping her in a tight hug. The mysterious older Malfoy sobbed freely into his shoulder; letting the emotions she had from birth been taught to bottle up, out for the first time in her life.
Draco hoisted her up and carried her over to the loveseat, letting her rest. "Sis," he said gently, "I'm not like Father, despite his efforts. I'll take care of you."
An hour or so later, Draco and his sister, who he now knew was called Morgan, sat talking on the loveseat, two conjured cups of tea in their hands. Draco's big sister had even done him the favor of calling his boss and getting him the night off for the two to talk.
As Draco left to head back to his new quarters, an apartment in another part of town, he made a mental note to write Hermione and tell her his news, as well as Dumbledore, just to fill him in for any help to the Order. He smiled, stepping off the subway, and made his way home to bed.
A/N: So, what'd y'all think? I kept ya waiting long enough again. So much for me and my false promises. Well, it's up, and sorry about the wait. My creativity hasn't been flowing very freely lately, and I have been busy with swim team and school. Thanks to the loyal reviewers from last time, here are notes to you!
Mystical Witch~ Here's Draco, I hope you like it. Severus is the next chapter, and he's probably the funniest to write. Still working on it, but I know the basic gist of it. Please review again!
Vanyaria Darkshadow~ I'm sorry it took so long, especially since you claim you are inpatient. I'm writing the next chapter this weekend if all goes well, and I hope it does, so pray that it's up in a week or two.
Lisa-Chan3~ Yeah, and Draco's a bellhop. My brainchild here was Hermione working at a bait shop, then Severus' new career popped into my head, and I loved the ideas both so much that I created a whole bunch of people. I hope they're all good. Thanks for the review!
~Emily
Disclaimer: Still not mine. JK owns mostly all that is here. That's all the disclaimer you'll get today.
The Wizard Protection Program
Pairings: Harry/Ashley, Ron/not telling, Hermione/not telling, Draco/not telling, Snape/not telling
Rating: PG
Chapter 3: Ritz, Glitz, and Sis
Ritzy music played as Draco Malfoy, now Tony Forester, entered the lobby of the Waltmore Hotel in NYC. He came gliding through the doors, along side a beautiful blond woman, with sparkling silver eyes, a perfect body, and obviously tons of money. The duo headed toward the front desk, the mysterious woman adjusting her hair. Draco followed, awed by her beauty, and upon reaching the front desk, was speechless.
Of course, he wasn't speechless as much over this woman's stunning appearance as he was because it was his job as bellhop to remain seen, yet not heard. And since he was trying to catch his breath from the walk with all her designer luggage, it wasn't a problem at all for him to sit quietly on the sidelines, watching the woman, who had a life that he could be living, drift into the hotel with no cares.
Upon being handed the woman's keys, Draco pushed the cart, overflowing with her fancy luggage, which was even monogrammed "MM", to the elevator. The elusive MM was quiet the ride up, and all the way until they reached her door. But upon entering her luxury suite, it was a different story.
The blond woman entered the room, and as soon as Draco and her wardrobe were inside, she snapped it shut. Draco looked up from where he was at the closet with her clothing, and she held a finger to her lips.
"Listen up," she hissed in a deadly calm voice that made chills run down Draco's spine. "You, Draco Malfoy, and I, are in a similar situation." At these words, Draco's mouth hit the floor. How did she know his name?
"Excuse me," he said when his jaw was back in place. "Who are you? Do I know you?" His face was painted with concern and confusion, but hers was as calm as could be.
"No, you don't know me, but I know you. I'm the other unknown heir to the Malfoy fortune. I'm three years older than you, and mother and father sent me away with loads of gold as soon as I was six. So you certainly wouldn't remember me, but I can never forget my baby brother."
If possible, Draco's jaw, previously only hitting the floor, was now 17 stories below, in the lobby. "W-w-hat?" he sputtered, shocked. "I knew Lucius was quite gender bias, but he sent you away?" "Yes, Draco. He felt, I suppose, that since he had a son," she started, a little emotion showing through the typical Malfoy mask, "there was no use for me, other than to ship me off to some all girls magical academy and keep me there, letting you carry on the family tradition, and me, wash up eventually with whatever money they provide."
Draco at this point was unsure of what to do. He discover a few years back that his father was an ass who didn't deserve to live, but send away his own daughter, his own flesh and blood? That was crossing the line. And from the tears forming in his sister's eyes, he knew he was right in believing that.
Having befriended Hermione, and talking to her quite a bit on how to treat ladies, Draco felt compelled to do something other than let this woman, no, his sister, sit there weeping. He slowly left his post near the closet and walked over to her, enveloping her in a tight hug. The mysterious older Malfoy sobbed freely into his shoulder; letting the emotions she had from birth been taught to bottle up, out for the first time in her life.
Draco hoisted her up and carried her over to the loveseat, letting her rest. "Sis," he said gently, "I'm not like Father, despite his efforts. I'll take care of you."
An hour or so later, Draco and his sister, who he now knew was called Morgan, sat talking on the loveseat, two conjured cups of tea in their hands. Draco's big sister had even done him the favor of calling his boss and getting him the night off for the two to talk.
As Draco left to head back to his new quarters, an apartment in another part of town, he made a mental note to write Hermione and tell her his news, as well as Dumbledore, just to fill him in for any help to the Order. He smiled, stepping off the subway, and made his way home to bed.
A/N: So, what'd y'all think? I kept ya waiting long enough again. So much for me and my false promises. Well, it's up, and sorry about the wait. My creativity hasn't been flowing very freely lately, and I have been busy with swim team and school. Thanks to the loyal reviewers from last time, here are notes to you!
Mystical Witch~ Here's Draco, I hope you like it. Severus is the next chapter, and he's probably the funniest to write. Still working on it, but I know the basic gist of it. Please review again!
Vanyaria Darkshadow~ I'm sorry it took so long, especially since you claim you are inpatient. I'm writing the next chapter this weekend if all goes well, and I hope it does, so pray that it's up in a week or two.
Lisa-Chan3~ Yeah, and Draco's a bellhop. My brainchild here was Hermione working at a bait shop, then Severus' new career popped into my head, and I loved the ideas both so much that I created a whole bunch of people. I hope they're all good. Thanks for the review!
~Emily